Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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Jinan is still shrouded in sunlight.

The spring water was flowing, and several children squatted by the river, reached out and soaked in, then raised their heads and shouted for coolness.

A woman yelled and cursed at the door of her house. She burst into tears and snotty her nose. She was probably scolding her husband to go out to drink with Hupengou friends, and took away the money from the house to buy rice.

Under the willow tree by the river, Fang Xing said: "The rice from Jiaozhi and Nuergandusi is being sent to the north continuously. Rice has a tendency to become the staple food of the Ming Dynasty. While the grain is loose, the DPRK should issue some protection for food prices. Measures so as not to hurt the farmers due to low grain prices."

Everyone in the neighborhood was persuading the woman, she became more aggrieved and her expression fierce.

"Shandong has often suffered from disasters in recent years. Xinghebo needs a lot of rice and grain, but every time the grain is delivered, the most is given to the capital and the side wall. Shandong is forgotten by the princes of the DPRK and China. Food prices rose again yesterday."

Chang Yu's voice was a bit erratic, Fang Xing bit a willow branch and asked, "There shouldn't be much food on the market, right?"

"Yes, someone is hoarding."

"This is a disgusting little trick. They look forward to Benb's use of force to solve it, and then create public opinion and put themselves on the weak side."

Fang Xing turned around and looked at Jiang Xuze who was silent and asked, "What do you think, Mrs. Jiang?"

Jiang Xuze said with a strong smile: "Uncle Xinghe, the next official thought it would be the harvest soon. This is just a trivial matter."

"This is not picking up."

Fang Xing waved his hand, Jiang Xuze quickly said that something was going on, and then left with Chang Yu.

Green and yellow do not pick up, this is a feast for those grain merchants and landlords.

Is your family out of food?

Come buy it, but this season is not good, the price is a few percent higher.

No money?

Come, I will lend it to you!

It’s just that the interest rate is a bit high.

Fang Xing sat by the river for a while, and after the woman's husband was pushed back by his brother-in-laws, he smiled and felt that this scene was really too lifelike.

Slowly walking along the street, looking at the various things in the market, Fang Xing was like a landlord who was idle, just wandering like this.

"Is the price going up? Is this still making people live?"

A sign hung at the door of a rice shop with the price of rice on it.

"Master, compared with the previous few days, it has increased by 20%."

Fang Xing nodded and watched the people who bought rice quarrel with their buddies in the store.

"Those big sea ships have sent so much food, why do they increase the price?"

"What kind of big ships, the food was sent to the capital and the side walls, as well as road repairs. Wherever there is no need for food, we suffered a disaster in Shandong last year. This year's harvest does not seem to be good. There is no food. Just buy it. Buy, go home and starve with your wife and children if you don't buy it!"

"Treasurer, is it cheaper? There is no food at home."

"You run out of food, but the shop has also run out of food. If you don't buy it today, the price will increase if you don't get it done tomorrow, so you can do it yourself."

There were many people around the rice shop, these people with pockets, silently looking at the sign that says today's rice price, their expressions are numb.

Every time food prices rise, the background is probably famine.

But Daming is not currently supplying food. Under the overall planning of the Ministry of Households, food shortages will be supplemented in various places, so that food prices will not soar.

...

"Sir, food prices have risen twice."

Yang Yan rushed to report the letter, but Mr. Seventeen was only indifferent.

"Here is close to the capital, and he can bring food from the capital at any time, so the methods of those people are really unbearable to witness. If that person gets angry, maybe it will suppress the price of food to the point where they break the family, why bother? Ah..."

Yang Yan sneered in his heart: Those people broke the house and took care of me, even if they broke the house, the food was there, waiting for the time to make a comeback.

Mr. Seventeen was drinking tea. He took a sip and praised: "The water here is good. The old man thinks about the day he can live here, not to mention the side, as long as he can drink three cups of tea every day. It’s not a fairy and don’t change it.”

"It's just that during this period of time, the water made people feel a little more dirty."

Yang Yan listened carefully, he knew that this was Mr. Seventeen's judgment and plan on the situation.

"If someone can make this water return to the sweetness, it must be a city of joy...no..."

Mr. Seventeen stared at Yang Yan and said coldly: "It is a country that rejoices, Yuuchi is boiling, and his name goes down in history and he is immortal!"

There is something in these words, Yang Yan smiled and said: "People outside know the name of your husband, so the world can go, let alone Jinan. As for... this water, students think that many people are drinking this water, and someone will come out. To clean up the dirt..."

Mr. Seventeen put down the tea cup and looked at Yang Yan, his eyes suddenly stern, and said: "You think too much, the old man didn't say anything, didn't ask anything."

Yang Yan instantly wet his back and armpits, and he lowered his head and said, "Yes. Mr. Yaliang, the students are only here to ask questions."

Mr. Seventeen pointed to the outside, and Yang Yan bowed and retired.

"Sir, this man is timid and fearful. It doesn't help us much."

"What the old man wants is for him to take the lead. What help? He is also worthy to help our family? Ridiculous!"

...

"The price of food has gone up again."

Yang Yan found two companions in an inn, Deng Fa and He Shan.

Deng Fa said with some anxiety: "The price increase of food will make Fang Xing angry, Brother Xiuyu, whose method is this? It's not appropriate!"

He Shan lay on the bed and said lazily: "Follow them, let's sit and watch the situation arise. At least the people should be waking up by hating him and hating him for troublesome things."

Yang Yan drank a cup of tea, and said excitedly between his eyebrows: "The benefits of cleaning up the field are not yet visible, but the price increase of food is real. No matter how capable Fang Xing is, the people are ignorant. In the end, he will inevitably be struggling. Please, after it subsides, it will be unlucky naturally, but what does it have to do with us?"

He spread his hands and looked at the two companions.

A joke of laughter rang out, full of pride and... the ease of doing nothing.

Yang Yan then went to a big house to see you.

There was a creek in the mansion, and the spring water from nowhere was flowing quietly.

Surrounded by flowers and trees, the courtyard is deep and the environment is quiet.

Follow the servant along the creek, and there is a pavilion in front.

The pavilion straddles the creek, and you can hear the gurgling water while sitting in it, and it is cool and comfortable.

There was music coming from outside the pavilion, Yang Yan concealed his contempt, and arched his hands closer: "I have seen Mr. Ding."

There was a big man sitting in the pavilion. He was holding a woman in one hand. He closed his eyes. After hearing the voice, he said faintly: "What are you doing?"

Yang Yan looked at the two women ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said, "There are some things I want to talk to Mr. Ding, can I..."

The big man released his hand, opened his eyes, and said: "You go first, I will pamper you later, lord, hahahaha!"

patronize……

One sentence revealed the boldness of the big man. Yang Yan walked into the pavilion after leaving quietly and the others said: "Someone said, if anyone can make Jinan's spring water sweet again, that person will not be able to use it again. Exhausted."

The big man said coldly: "Don't say these inexplicable things to Lao Tzu. If you have something to say, you will get out of it."

Yang Yan frowned and looked at the two men coming across from the stream, and said, "Ding Ernu, don't..."

"Lao Tzu is now called Ding Yao."

The table was full of wine and vegetables, and the man picked up the jug and poured his head up.

Yang Yan stepped back and said, "Ding Yao, that person is too powerful, no need to do anything, just cut off the wings."

Ding Yao waved his hand, and the two men backed away.

He burped, looked at Yang Yan with a stern look, and asked, "Who guarantees?"

Yang Yan shook his head and said, "This matter is good for the country, Ding Yao, although you were recruited for saving the son of the former prefect, you have to know that there is no new credit, those people can take you to take credit at any time. So... you have no room for rejection."

Ding Yao threw the flask out and cursed: "I know that you people are uneasy and kind and annoy Lao Tzu, so Lao Tzu will kill you with your brothers."

Yang Yan smiled and said: "You have no room to refuse, and you can't refuse that person, otherwise, even if you return to the mountains and forests, it will be a dead end."

The hip flask was floating in the stream, floating and sinking...

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